Chapter Seven
“Be loyal to me, Dell,” Dell grumbled as he jammed the shovel into another pile of horse crap. “I’ll give you something to fight for.” He dumped the manure in the bucket and went for another. “Load of bollocks.”
The horse in the neighboring stall kicked at the wall separating them and Dell shook his head. “Relax, Ian.” He’d named the horse after his eldest brother. Maybe it was the long, ugly face or the arrogant disposition that reminded him of his brother.
Each of his family members had a namesake in the barn. Reed was the pig in the end stall that failed to thrive on his own.
And Dell’s stepmother? Well, she was the single cow they owned.
These weren’t their actual names, of course, but it gave Dell some small pleasure.
He leaned his shovel against the wall, his mind
